Phantom Puddle

I had a really good day today: I was rather dreading my run this morning, because I haven't run at that pace for a sustained distance before, but it all fit together: I was running hard, but sustainably, and even better, on the way back on my recovery portion I blew straight past somebody who overtook me. Perhaps that book on Bowerman is helping. Of course, I then ran into a mosquito fogging cloud, which nobody in Oregon had to put up with, but I remained cheery all day long, and into the night.

Tonight was Fight Comic, and also a night for a huge rainstorm in Singapore, so we got back late, my ears ringing, my ego dented from being knocked out early on. As we came into the flat, we found a huge puddle of water. An inexplicable puddle of water.